"Hello, hello!" came Dick's voice over the wire in answer to
Brother's call.

"I want Daddy," said Brother distinctly.

"Is that you, Brother?" asked Dick in surprise. "Did Mother ask
you to call him? Is anything wrong at home?"

"No, only I want to speak to him," said Brother impatiently.

"He's busy--if you are only trying to amuse yourself, I advise you
to stop it," answered Dick rather sharply. "You know you are not
supposed to use the 'phone, Brother."

"I guess I can talk to my father," asserted Brother indignantly.
"You tell him I want to speak to him, Dick Morrison!"

Dick apparently made the connection, for in another moment Brother
heard his father's voice.

"Yes, Son?" it said gently. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, Daddy!" Brother spoke rapidly, his words tumbling over each
other. "I never said 'thank you' to Ralph for the puppy dog! An'
sometimes he doesn't come home to supper, and I don't see him till
tomorrow morning. I want to tell him how much I like Brownie, and
I don't know the name of the law school. Will you tell me so I can
ask 'Central' for the number and call Ralph up?"